Everyone ready for tonight's part?

Mike: Uh...huh?

Peter: Guys, where are you? :O

Micky: This is too weird. :P

Davy: What happened to everyone?

(The camera focuses on the island itself as we open, showing that some time has passed and it's later in the day. Cut to Davy and Daphne walking along the shore, hand in hand. Daphne limps a little bit and both have their fair share of bumps and bruises, but neither appear to be otherwise harmed.)

Davy: Are you sure you're okay, luv?

Daphne: I'll live. My ankle does hurt a little, but I think I can get around on it well enough. (She splashes him a little with the cold water) So don't worry so much.

Davy: *Grins* Just checking, Daph. That's all.

Daphne: Well, I'm glad you are. At least I can count on you staying put. Em's been complaining about Mike's one-track mind again.

Davy: *sighs* I wish Mike would realize what he's doing.

Daphne: Have you and Micky talked to him?

Davy: We've tried, luv, but he just thinks he's in the right.

Daphne: And Em's ready to strangle him. (Turns to Davy) Don't you ever do that to me! I don't mind your horses, or even if you eye a girl...once or twice. But don't you neglect me like that!

Davy: *shakes his head* I could never do that to you, luv. Never.

Daphne: And that's another thing. (Thoughtful) Have you considered....well, we have Lizzie, and as close as she and Leah are, they aren't always together, and well...wanna have more?

Davy: *Smiles and takes her hands in his* I would love to have more, Daph.

Daphne: And I want to have more with you. I want to have a hundred with you. I want to raise horses with you, if that's what you want. I want to sing old English music hall ditties with you.

Davy: Anything you want to do is fine as long as I'm right there with you.

Daphne: Oh god, Davy, I'm so glad we ended up here together. If I'd lost you...

Davy: I'm glad, too. I wish we knew where the others were...

Daphne: So do.... (looks up as we hear someone walking along the shore) Hey? What's that? Do you hear something?

Davy: Faintly...

(Emma stumbles along the shore, holding her sneakers. She's as bruised and battered as Davy and Daphne, but also otherwise appears to be fine. She still wears her life jacket. She wipes her hand at her face and looks like she may have been crying.)

Emma: (Muttering to herself) Oh man, I wish I could find them... (Looks up) GUYS! (Runs to Davy and Daphne as well as she can in bare feet on the sand) Am I happy to see you!

Davy: Em! Thank goodness!

Daphne: Are you okay, Em?

Emma: Yes, physically, anyway. I was just....I woke up all alone, and I was so scared. I couldn't find Mike, or Micky and Lauren, or anyone, and Mike still isn't feeling right...I think I saw him hit his head on the side of the boat when he went down...

Davy: Oh no...

Emma: And he wasn't feeling all that great when the boat went down. (Growls) I KNEW this boat ride was a bad idea! I knew it! But would he listen? Why did he buy that stupid boat in the first place when he gets so damn seasick? Why does he have to have the same things all those rich Laurel Canyon bastards have? Why?

Davy: Because he's Mike.

Daphne: I hope Lauren's okay.

Emma: And that's another thing. If my best friend is hurt or DEAD in any way, I will KILL him, because I can feel him, and he's ALIVE. I just need to find him! (Looks up at them) Are you guys ok? You're standing, which is a good sign.

Daphne: I have a sore ankle, but it's nothing.

Davy: Bumps and bruises, but nothing too bad.

Emma: I guess you haven't seen Mike, Micky, or Lauren around, if you're asking about Lauren.

Davy: *shakes his head* Nope. You're the first we've found.

Emma: (Nods at the forest) Have you gone in there yet? I've only been on the beach. I'm almost kind of afraid to go in there, but I'm hungry. There might be some fruit or something we can eat. The water's too cold for fishing.

Daphne: Just a few steps in. We didn't want to go too far.

Emma: Maybe we really should, if only to find something to eat. Have you guys had breakfast yet?

Davy: *nods* Yeah, we should at least try. See what we find.

Emma: I haven't eaten yet, and I'm starved. (Sighs) It's a really, really good thing Peter and Val couldn't come. I don't want to think what would have happened to Val...and her son...during that storm.

Daphne: Don't think about it, Em.

Emma: I wonder what's going to happen now? My communicator wasn't even on the boat. (Blushes) In all the hurry, I left it on my desk at home. (Sighs) I guess it's safe to say you guys don't have yours.

Davy: Didn't think we'd need them. We both left them home.

Emma: It's probably just as well. I doubt they would have survived a dunking in frigid Pacific waters, anyway. We're all lucky we don't have pneumonia! I've already had it once, and it's NOT something I'd like to have again.

Daphne: Lets be thankful that no one does.

Davy: That we know of.

Emma: (Puts her hand on her chest) Mike doesn't, as far as I can tell. He's confused and disoriented and hurting, but not really sick right now. (Gulps) God, I hope we can find him.

Davy: I wish we could get a read on Lauren and Micky.

Emma: (Nods as they head for the woods) I'm hoping they're in the jungle somewhere. You know Micky. He'll go where the food is.

Davy: As long as he's up and moving.

Emma: The promise of food will get him up and moving every time.

"Auntie's Municipal Court" begins as Davy, Daphne, and Emma duck into the woods. Emma points out pretty birds with various plumage. One odd fellow, a noisy red bird with a plume of red feathers on his head and a small yellow beak, wearing a gray shirt with a purple stripe, runs literally around, down, and over the screen! Emma and Daphne giggle when he actually dances on Davy's head at one point, then poses on his shoulder, nibbling his ear.)

(Emma sees a large toucan eating what looks like breakfast. She tries to reach for the bowl, but he makes a face and moves it away.)

(Emma gulps when she hears purring. Is that a big cat? She then looks down. No, it's just her stomach.)

*They watch a couple monkeys swing on vines.*

(Emma sees some monkeys pulling down bananas. Hey boys, could you send a few our way? We're starved!)

(Suddenly, a pile of bananas falls on Emma. She digs her way through, then looks up at the tree and grins. Thanks, guys! She peels a banana and enjoys.)

*Davy and Daphne help themselves as well.*

(Cut to Mike. He's wandering aimlessly through the jungle, stumbling and weaving a little. He bumps into a tree, knocking two birds off. They glare at him as they fly off together.)

(Mike's still wandering around. He trips over a stump...just missing a bullet. He manages to stumble off before Lieutenant Jim Armstrong, still on his patrol, sees him.)

(Lieutenant Jim Armstrong sees Emma, Daphne, and Davy and shoots at them, but he hits a tree and is buried by bananas. Emma looks around and tugs on Daphne's arm. She SWEARS she heard a gun shot... )

*Daphne shrugs. She didn't hear anything.*

Emma: (As the music fades out) Daphne, I KNOW that was a gun shot.

Daphne: I didn't hear it.

Emma: Oh geez. Now I'm REALLY scared. There's someone else on this island with us, and it doesn't sound like they're friendly.

Davy: We'd better stay alert, just in case.

Emma: (Nods) And when we're up for it, let's at least try to imagine our weapons here. I have the feeling we may need them.

Daphne: Can't hurt to try.

Emma: (Rubs her head) But after we find more to eat besides bananas.

(The four head further into the woods. The camera moves from them, across the tops of trees, past birds and monkeys and bats and small animals, until it reaches Lieutenant Armstrong's huts. We hear moans and groans coming from the smallest hut.)

*The camera pans in. We see Micky and Lauren, mostly clothed, laying on the floor.*

Micky: God babe, that was GOOD.

Lauren: *grins* Wasn't that worth the wait?

Micky: Yeahhhhh...

Lauren: How's your ribs feeling?

Micky: A little tender. (Rubs them) I think I might have pulled them a bit when I got on top.

Lauren: I'm sure it was worth it, though.

Micky: Hell yeah. (Frowns) Hey, how are you feeling, Babe?

Lauren: Better than before. My wrist is still a little sore and my stomach still feels like it's on the water, but other than that, I'm feeling alright.

Micky: Would a walk and something to eat help?

Lauren: A walk, at least, would be nice.

Micky: (He gingerly helps Lauren to her feet) I wonder what kind of food the Lieutenant has around? I hope he has some fish. Man cannot live on coconut alone.

Lauren: Neither can woman.

Micky: (He walks out) You know, we haven't really seen any animals or birds yet. I wonder what else lives here?

Lauren: Mick, don't give the animals ideas, please.

Micky: And it's not just the animals, either. Think of all those classic jungle movies. We haven't seen anything swinging from vines, or run into any clinging vines, or...

Voice in the distance: Hellllp!

Micky: Or heard any distress calls.

Lauren: Oh no!

Lauren: Wait... didn't that voice sound familiar?

Micky: Yeah.

Voice in the distance: (Louder) Helllp! Damn it! This stuff is sticky!

Micky: That was definitely Mike.

Lauren: And I'm willing to bet he found quicksand!

Micky: Come on! (They make their way through the foliage. Cut to a clearing. Mike is up to his waist in what looks like a pit filled with sand.)

Mike: Man, I hope someone hears me. Heeellllp!

*Micky, with Lauren a little ways behind, comes running up to the clearing.*

Micky: Oh man, Mike...

Mike: Guys! (Manages to life one arm out) Could ya give me an, uh, hand here?

Micky: Uhh... *turns to Lauren* we need a long, thick tree branch!

*They look around. Micky finally finds a long, thick tree branch near the pit. He holds it out for Mike to grab. Lauren grabs Micky around his waist to help pull.*

Mike: (Grabs at it) Ok, guys. (He holds on for dear life) God, I feel like this stuff is sucking me in!

Micky: That's because it IS! Hang on, Mike. We're gonna pull ya out!

*Micky and Lauren pull as best they can. Slowly but surely, they extract Mike from the quicksand.*

Mike: (As they finally get him onto the ground) Oh...oh man...that was freaky... (Puffs)

Micky: *As he and Lauren go to Mike* Other than the obvious, are you okay?

Mike: (Shakes his head) No. (He lays on the ground) I have a headache the size of the Pacific Ocean.

Lauren: That's not good.

Mike: I ain't been thinkin' well, either. I have this ringin' in my ears, and I keep hearin' things. I thought I heard gunshots earlier.

Micky: Ahh...those were gunshots.

Mike: Wha? Don't tell me there's another crazy guy lookin' for treasure aroun' here.

Micky: Nah, he's just a little crazy. But he's a Lieutenant!

Mike: He's a wha?

Micky: He's former military. I sorta called myself Captain and ended up befriending him.

Mike: Oh. Ok. He ain't gonna try to boil us in oil or anythin', is he?

Micky: I don't think so.

Mike: Good. (He sits up, but ends up leaning over and putting his head in his hands) Man, I feel like the boat's still rockin', and we ain't even near the water. I couldn't tell you the last time I ate somethin'. (Looks around) Where are we, anyway? Do you know where this island is?

Micky: *sighs* Not a clue of where we are.

Mike: Have you seen anyone else? (He puts a hand on his heart) Em's alive. I know she is. She's bruised and battered and shaken...and mad as hell at me. (Groans) Oh man, and she's right, too. The boat was mine, it was my idea to go on this ride...

Micky: *Claps Mike's shoulder* Let’s find everyone and make sure they’re okay first. THEN we'll play the blame game.

Mike: I guess you guys haven't found Em, then.

Micky: Nope.

Mike: Not Dave or Daph, either?

*Micky shakes his head.*

Mike: Do either of you have your communicators? Mine was in the cabin.

Lauren: Lost them.

Mike: Oh, this is just wonderful. (Leans back and tries to concentrate...but just ends up holding his head) Man, I can't think well enough to use our powers.

Micky: Join the crowd.

Mike: We've gotta find the others and get off this island. Any ideas?

Micky: Wander around and look for them?

Mike: I guess we don't have much of a choice. (Rubs his stomach) I sure could use some grub first.

Micky: Why don't we take you back to the huts so you can get some food?

Mike: Yeah, as long as your military buddy doesn't blow my head off. The military and I don't get along too well.

Micky: I think he'll be all right. He wouldn't go against the Captain.

Mike: Since when did you promote yourself to Captain, Mick?

Micky: Since it saved us from getting shot.

Mike: Good answer. Ok, where is this military guy of yours?

Micky: Checking the perimeter, I think.

Mike: Ok, he ain't here. That's good. (He gets shakily to his feet) Now, where's these huts you were talkin' 'bout?

Lauren: *Jerks her thumb back the way she and Micky came* Back that way.

Micky: *Takes Mike's arm and puts it around his shoulders* Need a hand?

Mike: Yeah. Thanks, Mick.

Micky: Anytime, Mike.

Mike: Ok, folks, lead on.

(Cut back to the huts. Lauren arrives first, followed by Micky helping Mike.)

Mike: Hey, not bad. Seen the Skipper and Gilligan around?

Micky: Not since the last rerun, no.

Mike: What's there around here to eat?

Micky: Well, he's got food stored in one of the huts. *points* Let’s try that one.

Mike: Sure. (He follows the two into one of the smaller huts. Cut into the interior, which looks similar to the interior of the radio hut, only this one has shelves filled with mangoes, bananas, papaya, and other unidentified fruits. There's barrels of what looks like fish, and a small cooler that holds salted meats.)

Mike: What looks like lunch?

Micky: I'd say whatever is appealing.

Mike: We could see if we could get a fire goin' and fry up some of the fish n' fruit. Do you think he'd mind us eatin' his food?

Micky: I don't think so. I could use some real food myself. *Turns to Lauren* Babe, how about you?

Lauren: I'm just gonna have a little fruit. My stomach still hasn't settled.

Mike: I'm starved. I really need somethin' real. (Makes a face) Besides whatever seaweed I inhaled on my way over here.

Micky: I need something real, too.

Mike: Ok, who's gonna set everythin' up? (Rubs his head) I ain't sure if I'm up to it.

Micky: I'll do it. I'm fine as long as I don't have to lift anything heavy.

*Micky begins to gather food items and a few pots and pans to cook with.*

Mike: (Sits down heavily) Man, how are you guys feelin'? You must have gotten just as banged up on that ride as I did. (Looks at Lauren) You ok, darlin'? You really should have put on a life jacket the moment the storm got nasty.

Lauren: Yeah, we got banged up. I sucked up a lot of water. Mick said he had to get the water out of me. My stomach still doesn't feel right. My wrist is sore, and we both have several bumps and bruises. Mick has a few tender ribs.

Mike: (Shakes his head) I'm just glad you guys are ok. Nothing broken?

Lauren: No, thankfully.

Mike: I hope the others are here. Well, I know Em's here. I can feel her. She's close. (Sighs) But Dave and Daphne...

Lauren: We don't know about them...

Mike: Do you think they'd washed up on the island?

Lauren: I hope so.

Mike: (Sighs again and puts his hand on his heart as Micky brings the fish over to the fire) Oh Em...I wish you were here...

(And we fade out on Mike's wistful, sad face as he wonders what his wife is doing now.)